“We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect.”
Anaïs Nin

Thursday, April 27, 2017

Publishing what I call mine.

I did not expect this thing to happen.
I never thought of publishing my own book, although my love on writing is something undeniable.

From some crazy idea I thought of producing an ebook when I was stressed out with my studies (it was a few weeks before finals) , try selling some online, and to producing a hardcopy, it's incredible, something unexpected.

All praise to Allah for this one sweet memory, and a self achievement that I made.

And also Thank  to Allah for the blessings I received. From an understanding family to supportive friends, I don't know what I did to have them. Precious.

And for this time like this, it's my dad i miss the most. Sometimes I wish he would be here with me, and I hope that I make him proud.

Sunday, April 2, 2017


I make today's road trip as a closure.
A closure to a broken heart, to heal and regrow.
A closure to an effort which means nothing but saddening.
A closure to uncertainty and doubts, and as a prologue for happiness and to more beauty in uncertainty in the future.

Effort above all. I shouldn't wasting my time for something uncertain. It's a mutual feeling and commitment of making things work, love is a teamwork, and you can't do it alone.

Sometimes I do wish the ocean could wash away my feeling just like they wash away the sand.
and the moment i step into the sea, the fragility of the surface hits me, which slowly makes me realize, this feeling, however, will recover. Maybe a little bit later.

Thursday, March 30, 2017


you smell so good, can I lend your jacket?
Your laugh makes me smile, can you do it again?

I was not sure if this feeling is real. but now I guess it is